Kafka's mouth went slack.
He blinked once. Twice. Then looked down as if his cock might have teleported by accident.
"Wait, what?!" He actually tugged his hips a little, then gasped. "Oh shit...oh shit. You're right. That's...that's not your pussy."
Olivia slapped both hands over her burning cheeks, mortified. "Oh my God! I can't believe this! How the hell did you end up there?!"
He groaned, dragging a muddy hand over his face. "Don't look at me! We fell into a rice paddy! Gravity's the one that aimed me, not my brain!"
She gawked at him. "You're seriously blaming gravity right now?!"
"Of course I am!" He shot back, exasperated. "You think I planned to accidentally stick it in your ass while crash-landing a scooter?! What am I, some kind of acrobatic pervert?!"
Despite herself, Olivia let out a strangled laugh, half-hysterical, half-mortified.
